I have always been left befuddled by the art of poetry, seeing it as at best selfindulgent.

Well, I decided to make an effort. I am sure I have only grazed that elusive 'poetic side',
but if you don't like it, tough, take me to Judge Judy, if you like.

What makes a man

Is it the size of his wallet

or the width and length of his barn

Or is it measured by the number of welts he inflicts

on the back of his woman

or perhaps how many male backs he puts to the ground

or might we measure a man by the

length and girth of the pod hanging from his legs

or the decibels of the moans which his woman produces

or is it just the gift of the gab

and how many female conquests that obtains

or is it a spirit of the reckless

a thirst for danger

a mistaken brevity

a ready excuse when real men

make their early exits from this world

as real men it seems should

You seem somewhat befuddled still with this piece.
Poems are usually titled, did you know that?
Good work Doyin. I believe you will make your mark if you continue this way.

@Iwerebor

It is a new innovation. A non titled poem.

How refreshing

doyin13:

@Iwerebor

It is a new innovation. A non titled poem.

How refreshing

If you think not naming your baby is an innovation, that's fine by me.
Take care.